Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
10cc,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.